It is funny though. I had hoped I could sit here guilt free for the few minutes I was giving myself to play on the computer. Cannot do it. Even as I type this, in the back of my mind all the bike shop and home court things still undone look at me with angry eyes. They are not willing to cut me any slack. Like a gang of thugs, the undone squad surrounds me shoving each other out the way hoping to get their shot at me or at least my attention. They have long ago stopped listening to me when I tell them to back off. They know if they cut me any slack, they will most likely never get done. So I get nagged.
It's damn hard to turn off the nagging when it comes from inside. But with enough effort it can be done. I have proven that. Just shut down and it does not matter who is yelling at me. Now I find myself wishing to deal with the here and now instead of putting it off until tomorrow. I had hoped that having a well established track record of at least a couple of years facing the unpleasant duty of trying to pull a floundering business out of the fire and rebuild it, the undone crowd would ease up with the whining and complaining. No, Life does not work like that. It moves on whether I am on board or not.
Right now, Life insists I go to the dump.